One thing Retro Rental has working in it's favor is a load of rose bushes.
Makes me smile.
I'm learning that the boys don't really care what we do as long as they're helping and as long as they're able to use some sort of dangerous tool. Scissors, sure, Kid...Pliers, go ahead, Bee...20 ft ladder, have at it boys...hedge trimmers, why not...
They're occupied and learning, right? A little trip to the ER can just be considered "tuition" in the unschooling world. I joke, I joke, because if you know me, it will take an awful lot of blood to get us to the ER.
Today was, well, distorted, but I ought to document it's reality.
It started out bad. So bad that I was praying against the temptation of looking for a job for myself, not Daddy Mock, mind you. Because of my intense "dedication" to getting Retro Rental ready and done, I've realized that I've slightly neglected my children's behavior. Something I do often until I am humiliated in public over something and then note to myself, "gotta work on that"...so Behavioral Boot Camp began. After it started, I forgot how much work boot camp can be around here...and I got sad, really sad. An odd kind of sad, the sad that makes you wonder why you had that amount of children in the first place...of course when such feelings come upon me, it freaks me out a bit and then I go over my mind why I'm feeling this way...so, I came upon these points (you know, to make me feel better):
1. I've been painting for four weeks. Be it spray or by brush, the fumes, friends, they're getting to me.
2. I've been staying up far too late sewing on random projects. Lots of revival in the pillow cover category. Lots of curtains, lots of ruffles and doilies.
3. I've been home alone with my children a lot, Daddy Mock is still in the big city for most of the work week.
4. I may be slightly sleep deprived...for reasons unknown, all three of my children have been ganging up on me/us at night for the last four nights... I would say they take turns over bad dreams, being cold, and needing a little mother's milk. It's an oddity around here, but when it rains, it pours.
5. It was raining all day yesterday, and as you know, I'm not a fan of being indoors.
6. I no longer get to be a member of Friday Relief Day (when Gigi takes the boys all day!), and how I miss it so.
So, given points one through six, I believed that I had a good reason to be a bit indulgent.
I also forced myself to take a nap. I can't remember the last time I did and I hate wasting my time napping, but I thought that point 4 may be the reason that I was a bit irrational.
All three children were down and out. I so gently folded back my covers and hopped in my bed. Upon my head touching the pillow, I literally passed out. Literally. I know what it's like to pass out and that's exactly what happened.... your vision slowly leaves, a slight bit of nausea, the surrounding scene disintegrates as your mind slowly shuts down... full on out. It was crazy... I woke about an hour later hearing Bee sing "Hallelujah" (a good way to wake up), hopped out of my bed, made it again (of course), and restarted my day...with a much rosier attitude and very grateful heart for being able to do what I do.
But don't think that Behavioral Boot Camp ended...it's still going on and I have to admit, dinner was the most pleasant it has been in a very long time.
Naps... I will never speak evil of your name again.